Small beginnings--you know the proverb ?" Here he stopped; and a miserly leer puckered up his mahogany cheeks.
"I'll do you, life-size, down to your waistcoat, for fifty pounds," said I.
Mr.Batterbury winced, and looked about him to the right and left, as if he wanted to run away.

He had five thousand a year, but he contrived to took, at that moment, as if his utmost income was five hundred.

I walked on a few steps.
"Surely those terms are rather high to begin with ?" he said, walking after me.

"I should have thought five-and-thirty, or perhaps forty--" "A gentleman, sir, cannot condescend to bargain," said I, with mournful dignity.

"Farewell!" I waved my hand, and crossed over the way.
"Don't do that!" cried Mr.Batterbury.